Reddie Nights

🔸Shot 41 ~ Breathe🔸

WARNING - SWEARING + SLURS

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RICHIE'S POV

"Thanks for the ice cream, Richie" Eddie smiled contently as he took another lick on his ice cream cone.

"No problem, Eds" I smirked.

"So, what did you want to tell me?"

"Well, uhm" I cleared my throat. "I wanted to tell you, that, I-"

"What up, faggots?"

Goddammit, Bowers. Not fucking now. I held my breath and rolled my eyes as Henry and Patrick strolled up behind us. Eddie dropped his ice cream and clutched my arm.

"Richie" he whispered shakily.

I gave him a protective look and wrapped my arms around him securely.

"Aw look, Patrick. Aren't they cute?" Henry sneered.

"Aww they're adorable, Henry" Patrick played along.

Rage boiled inside me as they stepped closer to Eddie, and I tightened my grip on him.

"Hurt me all you want, assholes, don't ever touch him. You touch him and I'll skin both of you" I growled.

They laughed sinisterly, devious smiles plastered on their faces.

"Tough words for such a little faggot" Henry got in my face, but I didn't flinch.

Eddie tightened his grip on my arm and buried his face in my chest. I could feel his tears spill on my shirt and hear him hyperventilating.

"Eddie?" I said gently, worriedly.

"I-I cah-can't...bruh-breathe" he gasped.

I reached for his fannypack but Henry picked Eddie up and dragged him away.

"Leave him alone- argh!" Patrick hit me in the stomach, hard, and I fell to the ground.

"No!" Eddie screamed.

I looked up through blurry eyes to see Henry rip off Eddie's fannypack and clutch it in his hand before throwing Eddie down.

"Don't fucking touch him!" I screamed, but earned a kick to the face.

I immediately felt blood gush from my nose, but I was more concerned for Eddie. Eddie sat on the ground crying, and I looked to Henry who prepared to throw Eddie's fannypack.

"NOO!" Eddie screamed, but Henry grinned deviously as he dropped it in the sewer drain.

"You asshole, he can't breathe!" I growled at him.

"Oops!" he laughed. "Come on, Patrick"

The two thankfully walked off and left me and Eddie on the ground. Eddie quickly scrambled over to me and once they were out of sight, he wrapped his arms around my neck.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, Eddie" I cooed. "They're gone"

"Are yuh-you uh-alright?" he gasped.

"Forget me, where's your inhaler, Eds?"

"It wuh-was i-in muh-my fuh-fannypuh-pack"

Which was now in the fucking sewer.

"Do you have another one?"

"At...huh-home"

"Alright, hang on, Eds" I scooped him up in my arms and started running.

"Ruh-Richie?" he gasped.

"Don't worry, Eddie. I'll get you home soon. Just hold on" I assured him.

He buried his face in my chest as I held him close and sprinted to his house.

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I kicked open the door and carried Eddie upstairs to his bedroom. I set him down on the bed and quickly scanned the room.

"Where's your inhaler, Eddie?"

"Suh-somewhere...in...huh-here" he said breathlessly.

That wasn't helpful, but I wasn't going to pointlessly argue with him. I searched around frantically as Eddie gasped for air. I checked his dresser, his nightstand, his shelves, nowhere.

Eddie was gasping louder and in bad shape. I panicked.

"I can't find it Eds!" I yelled mournfully.

He kept gasping for air. So much he couldn't speak.

I kneeled at his feet and held his hand.

"What do I do?" I cried.

I searched his eyes desperately as he gazed into mine, tears streaming down his face. I didn't know what to do...except one thing.

I leaned forward and cupped his face in my hands, then kissed his soft, petite lips. His eyes fluttered closed and he kissed back. His breathing became regular again, and I pulled away to look into his soft brown eyes.

"Are you okay, Eddie?"

"Yeah. Much better" he smiled.

I grinned and connected our lips again.

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